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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.