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 Germany 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
June Days,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.