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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.