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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.