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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.