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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.