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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Alison Limerick 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.