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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.