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 United Kingdom 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Wire,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.