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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.