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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.