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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.