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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.