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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.