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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.