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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.