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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.