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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.