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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.