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 France and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.