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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.