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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Stooges,
the Association,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.