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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.