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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.