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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.