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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Wire,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.