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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.