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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Index,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.