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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.