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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.