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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.