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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.