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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.