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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.