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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.