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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Cameo 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.