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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
PIL,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.