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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.