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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.