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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.