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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.