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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.