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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.