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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.