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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Slave,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.