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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.