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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.