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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.