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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.