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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.