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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.