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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.