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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Smog to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
AZ,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.