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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.