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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Darondo,
New Order,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.