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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.