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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.