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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.