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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Technova to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.