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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.