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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.