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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.