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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.