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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.