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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.