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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.