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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.