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 Chile and from London.
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 Lyon.
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 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.