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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.