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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Babytalk,
MC5,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.