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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.