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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.