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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.