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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Sparks,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.