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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.