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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.