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 Egypt and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.