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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.