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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.