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 Palau and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.