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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.