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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.