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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.