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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.