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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Index,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
PIL,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.