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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.