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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.