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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Inner City to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.