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 Togo and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.