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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Crime,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.