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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
The Index,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.