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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.