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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Swans,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.