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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.