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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.