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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.