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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
MC5,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.