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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Fear,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.