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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.