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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.