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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.