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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Q65,
This Heat,
Index,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.