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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.