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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.