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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.