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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.