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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.