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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.