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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.