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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.