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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Monks,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.