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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.