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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.