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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.