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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.