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 Nepal and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Motorama,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.