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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 The J.B.'s 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.