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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.