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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.