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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.