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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.