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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.