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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grass Roots 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.