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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.