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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
MC5,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.