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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.