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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.