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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.