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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.