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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.