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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.