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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.