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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.