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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.