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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.