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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.