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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.