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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.