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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.