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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.