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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.