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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.