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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.