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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.