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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.