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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.