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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.