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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Magma,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.