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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.