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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.