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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.