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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.