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 Malta 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.