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 China and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Fear,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.