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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.