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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.