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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.