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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.