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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.