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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.