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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.