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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.