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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.