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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.