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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.