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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.