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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.