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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.