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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.