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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.