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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.