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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.