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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.