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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.