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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Mars,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.