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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Excepter,
Magazine,
cv313,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.