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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.