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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.