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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.