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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.