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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.