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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
CMW,
ABC,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.