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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.