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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.