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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.