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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.