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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.