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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
JFA,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.