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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.