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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.