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 South Africa and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.