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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.