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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Nico,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.