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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.