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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.