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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Lyres,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.