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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.