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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.