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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.