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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.