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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.