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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.