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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.