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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.