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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.