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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.