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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.