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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.