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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
The Victims,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.