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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Fall to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.