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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.