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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Wire,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.