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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.