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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.