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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.