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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.