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 Palau and from Manila.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.