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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Accra and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.