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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sonics,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.