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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.