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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.