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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.