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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.