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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.