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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.