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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.