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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.