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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.