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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.