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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.