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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.