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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.