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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.