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 East Timor and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
ABC,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.