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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.