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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.