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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.