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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
CMW,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.