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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.