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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.