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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.