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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.