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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Magma to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.