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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.