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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.