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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Sound,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.