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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.