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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.