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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.