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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.