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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.