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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Index,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.