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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Smog,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.