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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.