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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.