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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.