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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.