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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.