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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.