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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.