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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.