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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.