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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.