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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.