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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.