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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.