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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.