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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.