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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.