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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.