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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.