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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.