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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.