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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.