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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.