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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.