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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.