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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.