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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.