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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.