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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.