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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Skaos,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.