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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Can,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.