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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.