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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.