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 Japan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Faust,
PIL,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.