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 Palau 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Magma,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.