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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.