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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.