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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Interpol 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.