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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.