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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.