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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Q65,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.