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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.