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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.