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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.