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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.