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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
X-102,
John Cale,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Television,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.