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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.