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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.