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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.