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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.