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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.