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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.