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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.