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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.