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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.