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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.