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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.