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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.