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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Can,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.