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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.