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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Index,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.