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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.