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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.