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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Wings,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.