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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
CMW,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.