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 Mongolia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.