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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.