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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.