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 San Marino and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.