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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
MDC,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.