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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.