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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.