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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.