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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.