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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
X-101,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.