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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.