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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.