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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.