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 Russia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Japan to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.