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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.