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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.