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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Mars,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.