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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.