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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.