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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Wings,
X-102,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.