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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.