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 China and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.