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 Eritrea 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.