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 Chad 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Television,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.