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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.