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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.