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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
CMW,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.