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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Accra.
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 sitar 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.