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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.