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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.