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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.