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 Tuvalu 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.