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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.