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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.