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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.