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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.