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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.