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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.