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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Can,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.