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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.