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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.