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 Belarus and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.