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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.