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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.