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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.