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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.