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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.