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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.