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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Organ,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.