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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.