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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.