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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.