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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.