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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.