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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Symarip,
New Order,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.