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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.