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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.