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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.