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 India and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.