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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Slackers,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.