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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.