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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.