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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.