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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.