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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.