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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.