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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.