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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
MC5,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.