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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Smog,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.