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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Television,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.