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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.