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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.