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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.