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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.