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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.