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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.