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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.