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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.