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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
UT,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.