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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.