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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.