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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.