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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.