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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.