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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.