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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.