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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.