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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.