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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.