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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.