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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.