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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.