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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.