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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.