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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Sound to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
The Saints,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.