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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.