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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.