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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.