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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.