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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.