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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.