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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.