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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.