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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.