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 India and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Organ,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.