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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.