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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.