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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.