Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Fear,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.