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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.