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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.