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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Darondo,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.