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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.