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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.