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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
New Order,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.