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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.