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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.