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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.