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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Ossler,
Model 500,
June Days,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.