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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Can,
Wings,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.