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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.