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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.