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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.