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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.