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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
PIL,
Jandek,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.