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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.