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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.