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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.