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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.