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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.