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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
MDC,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.