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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.