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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.