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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.