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 Senegal 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
ABC,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.