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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.