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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.