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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.