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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.