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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.