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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.