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 Congo and from London.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.