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 France and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.