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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.