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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.