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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.