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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.