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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.