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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.