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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.