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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.