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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.