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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.