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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.