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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.