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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.