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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.