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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
X-101,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.