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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.