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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Technova,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.