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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.