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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.