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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.