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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Magma,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.