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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.