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 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.