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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.