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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.