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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.