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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.