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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.