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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
OOIOO,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.