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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.