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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
MDC,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.