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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.