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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Scion,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.