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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.