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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.