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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Swans,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.