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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.