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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
MDC,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.