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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.