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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Index,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.