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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.