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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.