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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.