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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.