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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.