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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.