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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.