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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.