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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.