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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.