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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.