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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.